If the people who were supposed to always love you, dont.
Then how is anyone ever supposed to truly love you just for the fun of it?

"Brackett, WI" -Bon Iver

An easy swing had it's time shouldered
Slow bending axe.
Now it's a photo framed.
The swing hasn't had it.

And here we are rebuilding roads
Right by roosting towns.
It's just like the love
The one that's never been enough.

So I'm counting on your fingers
Cause you've reattached the twitch
And if you want opinion,
I will die along the ditches.

And every summer is a hot token
To the cold, cold take of lust.
And every autumn singes
With the business of sadness.

Our friend had it wrong.
We sing "honey heaven burns".
Another curve in the counting:
His head is earning more.

So I'm counting on your fingers
Cause you've reattached the twitch
And if you want opinion,
I will die along the ditches.

I love having brothers, because they give me the most glimpses of belonging.
I always knew I related to people so easily, I always have so many things in common and now I'm starting to wonder if I push for that subconsciously to feel less like I don't belong?

After you learn how to swim, sinking is too hard.

It's easy to run when you're running from something.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqQTODR3kR8

I just feel like I don't exist. I am fucking nothing.